FF – Don’t be a Jeff!

Jeff bid goodbye to his mates and left the pub. The other members of the motorcycle gang left en masse but Jeff slunk around the corner to his piddly little moped. As his fellows roared off on their testosterone-fuelled hogs, Jeff opened his throttle and charged off at his top speed of 17mph, head down.

But – too late! He had been spotted! The video was online! Jeff’s street cred was ruined!

Great job! I feel so sorry for Jeff. I’ sure his Harley was in the shop and he only wanted one night oout wiht the gang before he had to go help the infirmed. Now the world is making jest of him. I’m sorry, Jeff.